The desolate desert in the northwest has entered a cold night.
On the avenue of the Turkic royal court, shouts of killing were like a beam of lightning, splitting the quiet night sky: a large number of Leopard Division soldiers and wind riders took advantage of the night and rushed towards the cavalry of Prime Minister Wusu and Guard Captain Tak.
Tucker protected the prime minister's carriage and galloped all the way, with the guards around him falling down one after another.
They had just rushed out of the royal court and arrived at the edge of the desert when the Wind Rider behind them came galloping towards them on a white horse. Tucker had multiple knife wounds on his body, and the constantly dripping blood had dyed his white battle robe red.
"Prime Minister Wusu, it looks like we are going to die in battle here today!" Tucker said to the prime minister in the carriage, holding a bloodstained scimitar.
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